The Sun Sunk Behind A Diamond Clad Horizon

Two score years down the ages, the day was just like the one before; the Sun rose in a solemn brilliance just like the day before, but with a peculiar aura: beaming with an infectious brilliance

Thus attracting everyone and everything on its path with a captivating sensuality, as it sails through space in the span of its voyage, its brilliance sprouting hope and trust to everyone attached to its rays

But midway on its voyage, the sun took a dip; gliding like a meteor, blazing a trail adorned in anguish, grief and broken expectations as it clawed its way to the faraway earthly horizon Stupefied populace glued unblinkingly at the sudden display

And the sun sunk behind a diamond-clad horizon; leaving behind, a thick pulsating silence that seemingly to envelop a riotous world

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